Madison sighed, as she is increasingly wont to do. A silent one, of course. Didn't want Marcus thinking that the necromancer thought he was being a bit silly. Come on, it's a bookstore! Everything is clearly labeled! Well, each section is, anyway. Sort of.
Mostly.
Kind of mostly, anyway.
Margin of error's there, of course. Especially with how busy Maddy's been running the bookstore herself and all.
The black-haired woman glanced around the maze of shelves briefly, tongue dancing across her teeth.
Okay, so even I get confused trying to toss things on shelves. Maybe a brief tour wouldn't be such a bad idea.
"There's, uh, not much to really show you," Madison said with a soft shrug of her shoulders. She picked herself up off the shelf she was leaning against and started walking around the store in a big circle, fingers pointing every which way as she rattled off the various sections.
"World history's all mixed in together. Manta Carlos history's its own section right next to it. Then you have boring-ass non-fiction here, then the arts, and over here there's mystery, romance, science-fiction..."
